Slinky silver surface Golden granite glow Show me what’s up And point me down below Ripples disturb the surface Images moving to and fro Shimmering silent shards With nowhere left to go Molecules are jostled Writhing en masse Weird wispy waters Lapping up to grass Moving like Mercury But not so retrograde Patterns in the mind The Gods play charade This pool goes deep Constantly water churning Eternal perpetual motion Intelligently discerning All is mind of the deity Vibrating fractal thought Reality as it might be Or was, but now forgot